Who can measure
the cost of war?
How deep destruction
scars the human soul?
I see the trench lines
carved on fathers’ faces
the ghostly pallor
of mothers’ fear –
only the children sing
unaware, bending to fate
with graciousness;
grief’s shrapnel well buried
(Image my own. Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson)
oh ugh a shard to the heart so well done VJ 💗
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😊
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There is something very blessed in your work VJ. I truly believe that you are here, now, to help us through this time of tragedy.
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Thanks so much.
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VJ — incredible image!
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Thanks
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Moving. The facial shrapnel is a lasting image, indeed.
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Thanks K
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You’re very welcome.
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This is a very moving piece of writing VJ. I see the people of Ukraine in it. It is a heart breaker. I pray for an end or a deflation of Putins’ ego which could also bring peace.
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Thanks Anne. Resolution seems so unattainable.
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Powerful poem, poignant ending. And the art – unforgettable!
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Thanks Lynne
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A powerful combination
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Thanks Derrick
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Powerful truth! So well written! 🙂 3
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Thanks Deborah
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It hangs everywhere in the air…searing images in word and art. (K)
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My sentiments exactly–and we mustn’t become desensitized to them.
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Amen to that
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Indeed. Terrible these past two days. Thanks K.
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I so admire the people of Ukraine. How they have suffered and continue to do so. No answers here but hoping for an end to these atrocities.
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Me too. Thank you.
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